A moment later, the sound of Cang Ling's even breathing came from the back of her neck.

Just fell asleep holding her like that?

After a while, she was relieved to be sure that Cangling hadn't moved again.

She didn't want to face Cang Ling at all now.

They didn't reconcile, but they did something so intimate.

Awkward, awkward.

She removed his hand, lifted the covers, put on her clothes, and got out of bed.

She walked to the edge of the dresser, and looked at her neck with a few more kiss marks, and she felt very helpless.

She pulled her clothes up and covered her whole body.

When she turned around, she found her bed empty.

Cang Ling is gone, he has never fallen asleep.

He just understood that she didn't want to face it, so he chose to leave.

Leaving doesn't mean he gives up, he's giving her time, and he'll come back.

Zhi Xi understood Cang Ling's intentions in an instant.

Maybe there is really a fate in this world, no matter when and where, they maybe, they maybe, and will eventually be together.

Zhi Xi sighed lightly and put away the emotions in his heart.

She walked towards the frozen green vines in the corner.

She stood, looking condescendingly at the green vines on the ground.

He was covered in blood, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he had already passed out at some point.

But he is not dead, he is still alive.

Cang Ling knows how to measure his hands very well, if he doesn't die without Qingteng, he guarantees that he will not die.

As soon as she raised her hand, a trace of demonic energy gathered in her fingertips.

Immediately after, as soon as she stretched out her hand, countless demonic qi flew towards Qingteng, tightly wrapping the layer of ice outside him.

With a lift of her hand, she shook the green vine out.

There was a "bang", and Qing Teng's body was stopped and thrown out of her room through the window.

It doesn't mean that she will let Qingteng go, she just doesn't want to do it in the room, it's too dirty.

After Qingteng was thrown out, his body hit the wine jar outside, and the debris was scattered all over the ground.

Shattered together, as well as the ice on his body.

His body was completely freed from the ice.

His mangled body collided with the jar of wine outside the courtyard, wine and blood mixed together.

This collision woke up Qingteng.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, and his whole body was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

He was one of the seven proud disciples of the Ethereal Divine Sect Heavenly Extreme Divine Venerable, and he was also the sect master who founded a sect.

In the immortal world, he has a high status, good cultivation, and strong talent.

He never imagined that one day, he would fall to this point, life is better than death, and he is in pain.

He didn't even see who attacked him in the end.

Not to mention that person, even Zhixi is not an opponent at all.

Qingteng's whole body hurts, and even he is in severe pain.

He thought he had pinched a soft persimmon, but he didn't want to touch a flower of death with a stinger.

At this time, on the other side of the stone table, Qingli was still awake, but she couldn't move.

A long time passed, and his medicinal power gradually faded a little.

He raised his head slightly, and at a glance he saw the green vine falling in the middle of the wine jar.

His face was shocked.

At that moment, the door of the room was pushed open.

Standing in the doorway, Zhi Xi turned his back on the light in the room, and his face was shrouded in shadow.

But you can still see the cold look on her face, and the solemnity in her eyes.